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472 · May 2015
who I really am
Dear P May 2015
It's a duty we were given
With a heart that can't repel,
Missing everything that's taken
'Caz our role's been made unfair.

Where to look when it unchains?
I try to find some evidence
That its worth more than my pain
Becoming who I really am.

Every single step to climb
Asked a question in my head:
If I now opt for a decline
Will I ever resurrect?

Now that I am up this high
It is easier to see:
How risky has been to climb
But at least here I'm free.

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